“Joanne, Greatest Hits (Self-Pity Edition)”
Ah yes, the classic Rowling Playlist:
Track 1 — Nobody Understands Me But the Bathroom Stall.
Track 2 — Won’t Somebody Think of the Rape Crisis Centres?
Track 3 — Sports Are Doomed Because of Three Trans Girls in Track & Field.
Bonus Remix — The Left Ruined by My Facebook Group Talking Points.
Imagine holding the pen that created Hogwarts and deciding your real legacy is… arguing that trans teenagers are scarier than Trump. Not Voldemort, not Umbridge, not Grindelwald — no, Joanne’s true villain is a 16-year-old trying on eyeliner.
She frames it like she’s Joan of Arc in Marks & Spencer, bravely defending the changing room from marauding “male sex offenders” (apparently, Tesco’s staff just wave them through if she’s not standing guard).
And that bit about “cross-dressing heterosexual fetishists having the time of their lives”? Ma’am, your kink is reading your own Substack replies and pretending it’s the Magna Carta.
Here’s the truth: Joanne doesn’t want “free speech,” she wants free applause. When she doesn’t get it, she drafts another 800-word martyrdom scroll about how being criticized is just like medieval torture.
Meanwhile, her list of “beliefs” reads less like political philosophy and more like a next-door neighbor’s Facebook rant with a Minions meme attached.
In the end, Joanne doesn’t sound like a brave feminist. She sounds like the Sorting Hat got stuck on Boomer Facebook Aunt and now won’t shut up.